The Breath of Life.
Conversation with Gemini
Can you write a monolog for a play where a female character who is studying ascended masters concept about the power of the breath.
She is finding that the breath is a basic practice in many spiritual traditions.
She is becoming aware of her breath more and more, and the breath of others.
She is seeing the disconnection of so many people around her.
She has read that what she must do is when she notices that those around her seem so unaware of their breathing that she should pay attention to her own breathing, and breath deeply and slowly.
She is understanding that when she does simple chikong exercises that she is actually training herself in breathing consciousness.
She wonders why as humans we are so disconnected from the basic awareness of the human breathing when we communicate.
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(Lights up on AMY, late 20s, pacing her apartment. Books on yoga and meditation are scattered around the room. She stops pacing and centers herself with a deep breath)
AMY
(Sighs) There it is again. Disconnected. Like a bunch of flickering lightbulbs.
I started with the ascended masters, you know? Their whole concept of the breath being this life force, this energy that connects you to everything. And then I see it everywhere! Every spiritual tradition, it seems, has some kind of practice built around the breath.
(She sits down on a yoga mat and closes her eyes. Takes a few deep breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth)
It's funny. The more I pay attention to my own breath, the more I notice everyone else's...shallow, erratic. Like they're forgetting the most basic function of being alive.
The book says that's when I shouldn't try to fix them, shouldn't try and shove mindfulness down their throats. It says I should focus on my own breath. Deepen it, slow it down. Be the lighthouse in the storm, you know?
(A beat. She opens her eyes)
And it works. When I focus on my breath, the world comes into focus. The chatter lessens, the frantic energy subsides. It's like...chi kung. Remember, Laura? How we used to laugh at those slow, deliberate movements? But now I get it. It's all about the breath. Training yourself in breath awareness.
(She gets up and walks to the window, looking out at the bustling city street below)
But why? Why are we so disconnected from something so fundamental? We spend all this time communicating, and yet, the very life force behind those words, those ideas...forgotten.
Is it the noise? The constant barrage of information, the screens, the deadlines? Or is it something deeper?
(She turns away from the window, a determined set to her jaw)
No matter. I'll keep breathing. I'll keep being the lighthouse. Maybe, just maybe, someone will see the light and remember how to breathe again.
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